Breath softens where rock meets sky. Where the clouds become generous prompts for an acceptance of impermanence. Temperate air on skin and the sun’s plenty, can illicit a slight dissipation of loneliness. Crevices and small plateaus in which one may…

Tearing at your own flesh will make blood. Attempting inhibition often creates eruptions. Occasionally it’s a restraint of wild woman anger, but most often a deluge of tears. * Watcher of changing morning light. When in one’s own wound there…

Walk with wisdom Intertwine limbs with the Divine Then sit back upon my own sacred seat * Expanding beyond possibilities Bumping against thresholds Another return to a quiet center * Liberation becomes an exquisite taste Lessons of nectar No need…

My head has often tried to renegotiate what my inner source speaks. Big heart always wanting to lead the way. And ultimately, I am learning that my body does not tell lies. * Denial in my life is the rejection…

I was curious and with so many prayers. I was fed, and still sometimes I would notice hunger. When paying attention, there was always enough to eat. And enough to keep the delicate balance of intake and exchanges for vitality….

I never needed rescuing, Yet I kept playing the part. A time of reclamation for a creature who lives in her poems, in the desert, in this beautiful, able body. “Suck it up, buttercup,” and “tough shit” are…

When embodied love leaves your grip And the fear that was always underneath the vulnerability of opening feels like too much I can be still. With an upturned crescent moon in the early morning sky And flashes of lightning illuminating…

There is no reprieve in hurting back. Rejecting the pattern that could become me. No need for false refuge of abandoning one’s own heart. Resourced and powerful, fueled by source and Earth, and reverence for all who have committed to…